The unknown lifestyle...

When people say how lucky I am to have my life they don’t know what happened that i've apparently hidden pretty well. Because who would tell people that just 2 years ago I found out I was a werewolf when most people find out before they can walk? And I found out the hard way that I was a werewolf, because yeah I didn't figure it out until I was 17 years old... yeah 17, the age you find you 'mate'.  2 years ago… ‘Hey mom?’ ‘yes sweety?’ ‘where are my shoes!? I really need them for my first day!?’ I can do this! Yes that’s the attitude! ‘Maybe gram knows?’ Mom says clearly feeling my worry but also not wanting to get me angry, she's always done that not wanting to upset me, but I always calmed down when hearing her voice. ‘Ok i’ll check with gram!’ I yelled trying not to sound upset with her lack of help. All of our stuff is spread across kingdom come! Ever since we got evicted, because we couldn’t make rent we’ve been living with my grandparents, my mother’s parents. We had been struggling ever since mom and dad got divorced because they needed space to ‘work things out’ and apparently to do that dad had to move hundreds of miles away, leaving me and mom. But things got worse and worse that we had to move in with gram and papa, but now we live to far away from my old school I have to go to the one closer. Halfway through the year. But it’s not like I was super popular and had a popular boyfriend, but it was comfortable, and predictable. New places are weird, and it takes time to fit in and turn invisible again. But ma keeps trying to convince me this is a fresh start, and so I try to act the part because it's not just hard on me but her to. And don’t get me wrong I love my grandparents but you know… they don’t really know how to handle a homesick teenage girl who just wants things back to the way they were.